innermost about beer and love

    buy me a beer, oh, motherfucking beer.
    don't look at me, don't look at me, don't peer
    don't twist a finger to your temple, (by the way
    don't twist it better anywhere)
    but simply put into your pocket and
    try with the help of the entire hand
    some damned euro specimens to get
    to buy for me a bottle in the end




    without it in the little flat on the ground floor
    as sure as two times two makes four
    i'll get too soon too desperately mad
    with face to yours my dear freind.







купи мне пива, черт возьми, купи,
и не смотри и не смотри и не смотри,
не пялься, просто пива мне купи,
и пальцем у виска ты не крути,
и не крути ты лучше им вообще нигде,
засунь в карман, достань свои рубли
и пива мне, в конце концов купи.



без пива в этой маленькой квартире
я сдохну от тоски с тобой
как дважды два черыре
мой друг

рабулька
buy beer for me, oh, motherfucking beer.
don't look at me, don't look at me, don't peer
don't twist a finger to your temple and
(don't twist it better anywhere)                                  ?
put simply it into your pocket with entier hand,
some euro specimens to get
to buy me fucking bottle in the end

*i just would like to express my disgust on public

чушь:)

как кокетливо у тебя евро рублями стали.